El Guapo Smashes Pisgah Stage Race
The haiku:
"Fast deep field this year. Podium was out of reach. Need more Juggernaut." - El Guapo
Going up Black Mountain is like traveling back to the earliest beginnings of the world, when vegetation rioted on the earth and the big trees were kings. An impenetrable forest. The air is warm, thick, heavy, sluggish. There is no joy in the brilliance of sunshine. The long stretches of singletrack run on into the gloom of overshadowed distances. Hellbender salamanders sun themselves side by side. The trail flows through a mob of woodlands till you think yourself bewitched and cut off forever from everything you had known once - somewhere - far away in another existence. And this stillness of life does not in the least resemble a peace. It is the stillness of an implacable force brooding over an inscrutable intention. It looks at you with a vengeful aspect.
El Guapo. Just shy of the podium this year but top of style game with the Troy Lee Juggernaut specific gloves. That's worth something.
Stage 4 - Pilot Rock:
